"music might sound strange and beautiful. You feel disembodied,.. boundless, helplessly through space..."
[Jamie me, the one you see in dreams or sinner, the is embedded in the mixture Ugly as they come Raised from the and scum and to be no one
me, straight up out my tree and out my In the alley, with a gat looking to your head wit it Watch your blood drain outcha skull onto the And ya to my grave where you will never be found
Madrox] me, Not giving a again unstoppable and I don't have to pretend Not Rocky, but I'm sure to your skull Drink saki, when I'm monkey paw
me, kids call me Louie Cause my slugga by my side on the daily, It to me It tells me who to on (ride on) We are a and it's your life we decide on (C'mon)
You you know me And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
[Monoxide me Standin' in a of blood Smokin' a fat ass blunt cuttin' it up like Feelin' really lonely, and all my homies are At least that's the voices in my head said
HEY!!
[Shaggy 2 me all up in your mug dont get it punched. Knock Knock (who There?), now ya all fucked up. I stop my rims stop too. Then i peel back out on ya face ya motha you. That's Me, crazy, and I'm fucked up and, I got a hostage and the are just me mad. fell through watch it on the news because i shot that motha fucka right in view. 2 dope] That's me, What bitch? You got to say? Why my knuckles always got you teeth all up in em? (ooo) I skin em. Why ya so rough? Little duct tape on the and I'm back the fuck up.
You think you me And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
[Anybody That's me right behind you, Mad as hell, flarin. Makin all those strange sounds, in ya starin. Knockin over cans, breakin 40 bottles. Villian from the streets, I'm a ghetto model.
J] That's me in a wig, swingin a machete. Pig blood on my chest to bring the party confetti. That's me spittin wicked shit, hardcore I throw knives in the and have em runnin for the door. Killa] That's me, that's right you known a little better. I be motha fuckas for whatever, whenever. Spinkle from the dead inside ya favorite drink. Then sit back and and watch that fat ass head shrink.
J] That's me, the virgin popper, neck chopper. Swingin blades like a helicopter. alotta. That's me and notice I'm for the Lotus. Like a I hit the vocal booth and blow this (shit the fuck up.... so shut the fuck up.)
You think you me And my sound (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)